Apathy,


What was hard coming up wasn’t living off my tips, working 11 hours and then, spending hours on your computer tweaking my song until you fell asleep face against the wall. It wasn’t fighting against the sudden changes of temperatures that shut my body down, the low salary, the people always opening the windows of the bus in fall and winter against all common sense. The doubters, the hours spent standing that damage my legs and prevent you from dancing properly. The bad food, the housemates always there, having to practice singing in the suffocating cellar in summer, which then was freezing in winter. Nothing really mattered because, nothing was permanent, it was just temporary.

What was really hard was to face the constant resistance from people against truth, reality and fact. 

While as an artist I am a Truth-Dealer, As Amy Winehouse said,

“I don’t have any other choice than to be true. “

And I agree, however it goes beyond.

At work people are unable to recognize what reality affects them and how it can make their lives better and often, worse.
That lead me to the second phenomenon that left me amazed with disappointment,

People are apathetic and insensitive, worse than that they can’t even be sensitive to their own pain.

That’s unbelievable. 
People accept to be used and exploited and are happy with that. But as I just said, they accept. 

There is a huge difference between bearing something and accepting it. 

“This job is exploiting me” that’s a fact.

“I’m accepting being exploited by that job” it’s your choice.

People will turn emotional against me, but what I said wasn’t to not work, to disobey systematically, or to do a sloppy job as a way to protest. No, work the way you do, get paid and go home, be there physically but in unfair situations it is of your moral duty toward yourself to refuse the logic behind your oppression

Work and earn a living and bear everything, but in your mind refuse then question everything before accepting anything.

Or else you’re a slave.
To go back to my article Loneliness, although people cry and worship artists, I’m telling you in real life situations, not in your fantasies, you wouldn’t be friends. 
You would have to love someone dealing with truth, criticizing the work conditions you’re under, screaming for liberties, talking you into using your own sense. Unforgivable, right? 

Once again, people are too tamed and apathetic to see their own sufferings, but they spend the few days off they have watching Matrix and super-heroes movies, tales of rebels, anti-conformists and hero, are you making any sense. 

That was my struggle, once out of the cavern you cannot go back, you’ll try to bring as many people out as you can but they would refuse. At least they’ve got the cable there in the darkness of falsehood, they can see you shine on luminous tiny screens.
Much empathy, much sorrow
One love,

PB

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